Ramblings of a currently Hyperglycaemic girl

I know I know, I haven't updated in ages. So shoot me. Okay wait, no, don't shoot me. Cos I'm blogging now! Am I making any sense? All right, nevermind, I'm on sugar highhhhh~

I've just returned home from the most awesome, wonderful, amazing concert I have ever attended in 18 years and a few months of my life - The Lord of the Rings Symphony, Six Movements for Symphony Orchestra, Chorus and Soloists. It was worth every single cent of the $34.50 I paid for the ticket. Oh come on, it's Howard Shore! I entered the concert hall at Esplanade with much anticipation. Talz was going all "Howard Shore! Howard Shore!" and Marc was simply rolling his eyes. Then soon, the orchestra members started filing onto the stage. And oh gosh! The concert master was Chan Yoong Han! I had a Violin Masterclass with him before! LOLLL. So anyway, it was a really huge orchestra (Singapore Festival Orchestra) and the stage had to be extended. There were EIGHT double basses, a heck lot of violins, TWO harps, a grand piano AND an upright, TWO guitars and even a yang qin! There was even a celesta and oh gosh, I couldn't even begin to describe how absolutely bone-melting the Irish Whistle was. So along with the Singapore Festival Orchestra, there were THREE choirs! Imagine the crowd on the stage man.

As the lights dimmed and the Concert Master walked out, everyone applauded loudly. He commenced the customary tuning. And then, the conductor walked out. Woo~ After all the applause, handshakes, bowing and what not, he raised his baton and the concert began.

Movement One and Two are from The Fellowship of the Ring. The very first part of Movement One was The Prohecy. The orchestra played and then the choir sang, and I was absolutely blown away.

It was SO GOOD I could feel goosebumps forming on my arms, I could feel my hair standing, I was sitting stunned in my comfy seat. Just imagine, one big orchestra and three strong choirs. Oh my lard.

Nothing, absolutely NOTIHNG beats watching an orchestra play LIVE. The Irish Whistle solo for Concerning Hobbits was SO BEAUTIFUL I could only just sit in my chair and listen, enraptured as the mellow tones wash over me.

Captivated, enchanted, moved, say whatever you will, it was absolutely a mind-blowing concert. Words aren't enough to describe it!

All right, enough about the concert or I'd never finish ranting about it. Something REALLY freaky AND thorougly traumatising happened this week. On wednesday, I bumped into a frickin' flasher!

I was on my way back to the office from lunch. Two of my female colleagues and I were just walking along the sheltered pathway along Outram MRT station when suddenly we heard a whistle-like sound. Instinctively you'd turn around, right? So we did and to our utmost horror, were greeted with the most traumatising sight in my entire life. A man standing in the bushes, with his pants undone and his... thingy... exposed and well, I shall spare you other gross details. And I tell you, it really is amazing how much your vision can take in, in just a split second. Cos I turned around for a split second, saw that horrifying sight and immediately turned away and hastily walked off. I SERIOUSLY did not need a full view of the male anatomy RIGHT AFTER LUNCH!! Man, I wanted to hurl and make my lunch re-appear in this world again. I was so grossed out and horrified I called the police later. And that's another first - calling the police. What a day I tell you. Honestly.

And waaay waaay back, on 24 May, I went out with my JC clique, in our uniforms! We had so much fun, it was insane! I mean seriously, cavorting around City Hall in our uniforms? LOLLL. And it really felt as if we just finished school and were going out to play, you know? We did a lot of insane stuff and snapped a heck lot of retarded spastic photos. Gee, I miss you guys loads man!